Seems that the other day, I ran across a wicked patch of poison ivy. Much to my chagrin, it has been such a pain in the ass. Albeit annoying, I do find some weird beauty in it. There’s a message to it, and for me, I look at it as a dedication to a craft. It’s a reflection of the grittiness I undergo to ensure the feeling is felt. I have hairy legs, a rash, bruises, scars, but maybe that’s why what I do carries such a heaviness.
I don’t believe in being a softy when it comes to film or art, and I really enjoy the pain I feel at the end of the day. Maybe I’m a masochist for it all, or maybe I’m some self-absorbed martyr on a mission to die for what I love. Either way, I can document this and realize it’s all part of the path.
The Devils Blood aka Thomas Quante
2024-04-28 09:45:31 +0000 UTCCory Cowley
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